Song of Anne Boleyn

I have a long, graceful neck

or so I’ve just been told

It will be an easy target

is what I think

My fear, squashed down inside

My fate, sealed by another’s treachery

I refuse to let them see me cry

My last day dawns

Damp and dreary

I am led to the block

where I drop to my knees

“Father forgive them, for they know

not what they do…”

Darkness surrounds me as I am

blindfolded, pushed down

My long, graceful neck bare

I pray the swordsman’s aim is true

A silent prayer on my lips

For husband, for king, for country

For forgiveness…

Then…

…nothingness

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Lisa Carroll is an aspiring author and poet, and a lover of history. She is pursuing a degree in history from Maryland University College. Lisa is enthralled by Tudor England, the Battle of the Alamo, the American Civil War, and World War II.